Short Story Essay

The city that once had homed thousands and been the most economically successful country ever, was now a contaminated wasteland. The land looked dry, destroyed and lonely. The morning breeze felt like crying sorrows, and the grey deceitful sky awed down at us. In the deepest corner of despair lies dystopia where hope dies. As someone looks through the eyes of the devil, they see his utopia. Only visible by the dim light of the moon was the great wall. Beyond the wall? No one knew. Stretching away from the wall was a humongous bridge that towered the wall. Standing tall on the bridge was a tower, which had two circles that almost looked like eyes. Those mysterious, creepy and dangerous looking eyes stared down at the city giving away a haunting look.

The midnight sky is pitch black with only a slight gleam of light emanating from the moon. The night is so silent that even a pin drop could be heard from miles away. No one is stirring and the world has drifted off into a deep sleep. The night seems blissfully peaceful. But the silence is torn by the sound of rustling leaves in the distance. Two dark shadows emerge from the forest and gaze heavily at the sleeping house. The two figures slowly creep towards the house with devious thoughts racing through their minds. They begin to tear open the window screen and quietly crawl into the house. A flashlight pierces through the darkness and flutters through the rooms. The figures begin to rummage through the house and fill their hands with wealth.

Little lights shine their way down the rugged winding path. Foot steps trudge in front and behind staying close together. Dodging thorns and burs left and right. Ouch!—Every time. Quiet laughs fill the silence as we continue on. Our trek takes us up a slippery slope and through a cow pasture and under a barbed wire fence and down a long tractor path all with the weight of our bags and rifles. Finally, we make it to where we head separate ways. As goodbyes and good lucks are exchanged, nerves set in. I brush them off as I head to my sixteen feet high tower hidden among the trees. I can’t see it in the darkness, but I know the location by memory. Soon, light catches orange tape constricted around cold steel—Found it. But I still have to climb all sixteen feet. I attach my lifeline to the stand as I

“Clark Reynolds, FBI!” Higgins shouts again as we cross the room. A door opens suddenly and a man steps out, holding a gun. As one, we train our guns on him.

A dark, blackish, minute silhouette, at first glance seemingly odorless of strange appearance stood on the corner. It was located on the corner of an empty gray, worn down side walk, next to a four way intersection, with fallen stop signs, whose roads where so worn down it appeared as if it was an antique road of dirt that had been covered in pebbles, as the only concrete that was left were a few shreds here and there, around 2000 feet away, parallel from where I was positioned, on a side walk next to a dirt road in the middle of the night, at 12 am on a nice late September autumn day, with light, leaf scented breeze, where I was basking in the young moon. The intersection was said to be so quiet and so unoccupied, men were rumored to sleep

The house was pictured as tall and thin, created from abundant greystones, overwhelming my senses. With just my luck, my phobia of fury furious bats surrounding the gates had ferociously flew past me. As I had pushed the heavy gates open, the touch of the bare iron bars, as cold as ice, had covered my hands completely. As I had stepped foot into the house, I could shortly smell a trite scent coming from the rotting wood, along with estranged aromas coming from the small vents through the basement walls. I could also hear the shutters rattling mysteriously from a distance, the floorboards creaking in tune to my footsteps, leading me to the corridor that had been covered in cobwebs. In addition to this, I could hear the indeterminate voices off into the distance, clearly audible. Just then I had saw someone rushing inside one of the doors. The door had creaked ominously on its rusty hinges, as it slowly opened, driving my inner claustrophobia insane. It might have even been the same person who I had heard the footsteps of earlier. In that moment I had thought to myself, “Who else could be inside? Was it Brittany, maybe Claire? I had shivered with frightfulness for a few moments, until I had then decided to follow the person. Slowly, I had entered the room directly behind me. The bedroom curtains had been shivering with the cold breeze that had been entering the room. Just when I thought I had it right, the dim light of the moon had flickered, and the mysterious person had darted away. Thinking more of it, it could have just been my imagination. The room I had entered was an impetuous mess, like someone had decided to tear it apart in an act of violence. Through the cold iron bars, I could see the sky gently clearing up. I could finally see the moon, a distant lantern in the night sky. I looked at my watch, already ten minutes to eight. As I continued to go from

I rubbed my chin. “Let me see, what was it you said? They’re stuffed this round and if they ever get through not only will it be a miracle, but you’ll streak across the room stark naked...”

“I was only going to ask if you’re wanted to go for one last trip,” Hunter said looking at him, “I can only promise it won’t be boring and the chances are things may try to kill us.”

“I don't mean to be rude,” he said, “But if you're going to kill me could you please get on with it?” They looked at him surprised.

I stared in horror – that wall was stained with gruesome blood stains. What the smell was became all too obvious and I felt the need to vomit… that motion put away and forgotten in an instant when the shuffling of feet rustled behind me. Panic. I turned around in a blur, my eyes huge and watering. My stomach stirred in the slightest. A lamp? Indeed, a tall standing lamp radiated a warm light only a few metres in front of me. Was it real or a figment of my abused mind? Curiosity would get the best of me, lending me a tiny spurt of energy to boost me on my feet. Teetering footsteps led me forward cautiously, random tremors reminding me of my weakness. The lamp was close enough to touch, its friendly warmth the only hope in the world to me. Basking in it for some slow seconds, I wondered, maybe there were more things in the room that hadn’t been revealed to the naked eye? Turning sharp on my heel, I let out a blood curdling screech as I came face to face with the most horrific thing I had ever seen. Huge fly-like eyes took in my paling complexion, and a lopsided smile of stinking razor sharp teeth mocked me. Rancid skin that looked like the algae layer that sat upon a swamp bubbled and oozed, trickling down a sharply shaped ‘face’. Flight or fight reaction chose the obvious option and I turned back again to run. Where, I did not

I stalked them, even though the thick clouds formed by my shorter, quicker breaths and the ghostly paleness of my sheathing made me yearn to be in a different place. I ended up glancing at rotting walls that were a mere ghostly silhouette of previous existence. It shuddered on the hill, wishing that the sunlight would come to warm the emptiness within. The golden rays revealed the occupancy of ghosts that arose from the untrodden front door steps, as silent as the grave. The windows stared back at me, as if daring me to enter this skeletal statue. The door stood wide open, teasing me to take a look inside and beyond the murderous flickering of the porch light. Suddenly, a gunshot cracked into the air as loud as thunder but without the rawness of a

Bizarre sounds gradually got louder and peculiar smells overwhelmed my nose as the world behind the door was revealed, one sense at a time. Progressively adjusting as I took each step, my eyes were still becoming used to the effulgent light. Mesmerised by the beautiful sight of what appeared to be a large square, surrounded by townhouses varying from dark beige to a dirty brown seemingly no more than five metres in height. The square’s ground comprised of roughly arranged cobblestones, as if whoever lay them were in a hurry. At the opposite side of the square to where I stood, I could see a monumental tower that loomed over the square. It had a single window, overlooking the

One morning at the break of dawn, a guard lit a candle and went to his king’s fortress to check on his king’s gold. Then, all of the sudden he heard a shriek. So he went to check where the shriek had come from. He saw that a prisoner was slumped against a cell wall with blood all over it. Just as he was about to unlock the cell door, he realized it was a trap. When he was about to turn back, he noticed a mysterious shadow through the window. He realized which way the shadow was going. He knew he must follow it.

The place I had stumbled in was quiet. Very quiet; so quiet that I could hear the groans of war 20 miles to the east. The place was a large castle, which looked as if it had been abandoned in a siege. The castle was dead and it felt as if it had been a hundred years since it had seen a human being. I went in with extreme caution; if anyone saw me, they would kill me. I went inside the castle and saw not a man, not a statue, not even a figure; I saw nothing. Nothing was there; the room was empty and silent. No sound fell upon my ears. It terrified me.

Without another thought, I threw on my hood and jogged across my lawn. As I approached the house, I gazed at the wrought iron fence that lined the property. The tops stood tall, sharp like spearheads. There was no gate, however, just a large opening, and so I crossed the threshold. Honestly, this was the closest I had ever been to the house before, but maybe that was because it looked kind of eerie. Tall, dark, three-story house with elaborate designs and a steep multi-faceted roof.